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A YOUNG WIFE’S CONJUGAL VISITS
AT A STATE PRISON.

HER HUSBAND SENTENCED FOR 30 DAYS FOR A MINOR BUSINESS BANKING VIOLATION
BY A CROOKED JUDGE. IN PRISON THE HUSBAND IS TOTALLY USED BY
THE BLACK THUGS INCARCERATED THERE. THE WIFE, FINDS HELP BY TRAVELING
TO THE PRISON AND SERVICEING THE BLACK INMATES AS THEIR PARTNERS FOR
CONJUGAL VISIT RIGHTS…..IN THE END ONE IS RELEASED BEFORE HER HUSBAND
AND PROCEEDS TO CLAIM THE WHITE MANS HOME AND WIFE AS HIS SENTENCE
GETS EXTENDED FOR BEING ACCSED OF RACISM …THE HUSBAND NOW IS
SERVING 5 YEARS AND THE BLACK INMATES AS RELEASED ENJOY THE YOUNG
WIFE’S NEW ADICTION TO ROUGH MEAN BLACK CONVICT RELATIONSHPS

SITTING THE GUARD TURNED ON THE SCREEN AND PUT IN THE TAPE.

“YOU SEE THIS BITCH, THIS IS WHAT YOUR HUBBY DAN’S IS GETI’N AS HIS PUNISHMENT, EVENTUALLY THESE THUGS GONNA END HIS WHITE CRAK LIFE,….YOU DO AS I SAY AND HE’LL MAKE IT OR ELSE..EVERYDAY JUST LIKE THIS LITTLE DANNY GONNA GET DA ROUGH TREATMENT…LAUREL WATCHED THE SCREEN, HORRIFIED:

“What da fuck you looking at?” Dan jumped a little at the ferocity of the words and looked up. One of the blacks was glaring at him. “I said, what the fuck you looking at boy?” “N-nothing,” he stuttered. “Fuck you cracker!” Dan barely saw the fist as it clobbered him on the side of the chin. He went down to all fours. The hard toed shoe hit him next, kicking into his stomach. “Ooof!” he grunted, rolling on his side. One of the other blacks bent over, raising his fist, prepared to strike. “P-please,” he begged, but the fist came down hard on the same side of his face as the previous hit. He heard voices through the haze. “Think you’re better then us cracker?” A kick to the ribs. Dan was on his back now. “Rich boy got him a big house and a hot wife?” A foot stomped down hard on his stomach. “We all equals in here.” A kick to the side of the head. Dan felt a fist clench the chest on his orange jumpsuit and lift him up as one of the black thug knelt over him, bringing his face in close. “We ain’t done with you, white boy.” Spittle struck Dan in the face, just under his eye. “We hate your kind here.” The man dropped Dan to the hard cement, hitting Dan’s head hard. “I’d be surprised if you survive your sentence,” was the last thing Dan heard as they walked away. He tried to raise himself to his feet, but only fell back down. Some guards found him and took him to the infirmary. His cheek was swollen, he hard a minor concussion, and some bruised ribs.

LAUREL, BACK HERE NEXT WEEK, DO AS I SAY. I MAKE ME SOME GOOD BANK OFF YOU AND YOU GET YOUR HUBBY BACK, EVENUTALLY…LAUREL NODDED, RESIGNED TO THE FACT SHE WOULD HAVE TO BECOME PROSITUTED BY THE GUARD TO SAVE HER WIMP HUBBY FROM A CERTAIN DEMISE.



Laurel arrived at the prison early the next day. The black guard
leered at her and licked his lips. She was wearing a blue skirt
that stopped inches above her knees and high heels that showed
off her legs nicely. A short sleeve, button in the front blouse
covered her top and accentuated her large bosom nicely. Plus, her
embarrassingly large nipples kept poking out through her bra and
blouse. She shivered when the black guard started approaching her
for a pat down, but the creepy white guard with the mustache beat
him to her. The black guard just sneered and walked away. The
white guard was always more respectful of her, though his eyes
were beady and sweat would break out on his forehead when he
searched her. He patted her down, searched her bag, hand sifting
through the several condoms in her purse.

The guard led her to the trailer with the small cot and the
window to the outside world barred like a prison cell. “Thank
you, officer,” she said, respectfully.

He turned to leave. “I don’t know how you hooked this up, lady,
but I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I sure hope so too, thought Laurel.

“Your visitor will be with you in just a moment,” the guard
replied, turning to leave and locking her in.

Laurel sat down on the cot, knees together, hands in her lap and
tried not to cry. Presently, she heard voices outside the door,
laughter, and then the key was turning in the lock. The door
opened and the black guard peered in, still leering at her. “Your
white wife is all ready for you,” said the guard, stepping aside
and Brute strolled in wearing his orange jumpsuit. “Married
couples need plenty of alone time,” said the guard. “I’ll give
you two some extra time.” He shut the door and she heard the lock
turn, sealing her inside the conjugal visit trailer with Brute.

“Honey, I’m home,” said the enormous black man. “I’m glad you
made it baby, cause if you didn’t, it would probably kill your
husband. He needs me to protect him.”

“I know he needs you, that’s why I’m here, but please don’t say
things like that about my husband.”

“Shit baby, it’s all up to you whether he stays healthy or not,”
said Brute.

Laurel sat back and crossed her legs, her skirt ran up her thigh
and she tried to pull it down. She looked away from the black
giant, distraught that this was what her life had come down to.
“Ok… What do you want?”

“Good. Now get your white ass over here and take my pants off.”

She hesitated and then reluctantly slid off the cot and got on
her knees in front of the black man. The cement floor was hard
and cold on her bare knees. The orange pants had a large bulge in
front, but she just assumed they were stretched out or he had a
bit of a beer gut that she couldn’t see. She reached up to open
the buttons. “MY GOD! I’m about to have sex with this dirty
black man, but I have no choice. If this is what I have to do to
keep Dan safe, then I have no choice.”

At fist, Laurel didn’t know what was going on. The dirty black
man wasn’t wearing underwear. His penis looked odd, just a thick
tube. She pulled the pants down nearly to the top of his scrotum.
Then she realized that what she was looking at was just the base
of an erect penis. It was running up Brute’s stomach. He pulled
his shirt up until his big log of a penis crashed forwards. “OH
MY GOD!” she cried staring at his foot long monstrosity. It
dwarfed her husband’s penis in both length and width. Dan’s
probably wasn’t even half as big as Brute’s huge black phallus.
It appeared harder then Dan’s penis ever got. Brute’s penis
looked like you could hammer in nails with it. Huge pulsing
blue-black veins traversed the length of his rod. She stared at
it in abject horror and fascination.

The black bastard laughed at her expression. “HAHA! Never seen a
black cock before, huh?” He laughed again.

“How on earth am I going to take that thing in my vagina?” she
wondered, fearing that the giant black snake would rip her in
two. She took her eyes of it and looked up at the black man.
“Promise me, you’ll protect my husband?”

“That depends on you baby, will you pay up?”

“Yes… I will do whatever it takes to protect my love,” replied
Laurel. She thought of Dan, his black eye and bruised ribs,
the fear in his eyes. I’m sorry honey, but I have to do this to
protect you, she thought.

“Ahh! I can tell by the look on your face that you will do
anything to protect your hubby,” said Brute. “What a good wife
you are. Why don’t you start by taking my black cock in your
mouth.”

Laurel had a brief fantasy that this was all a nightmare and
she’d wake up in her own bed at home with Dan by her side,
but as her mouth approached the bulbous head of Brute’s cock, she
didn’t wake up, she remained on her bare knees on the dirty floor
of a conjugal visit trailer while an evil looking black thug was
watching her mouth open to take in his monster sized black cock.
Her mouth opened wide, as wide as it could. Her lips closed
around the cock head. A second later, she could taste him. His
cock stank, smelling of sweat, but it was a masculine smell and
now she could taste his sweat on her tongue. She didn’t want to
lick him or taste him, but his cock was dry. Her tongue was
forced to lick around the head, lubricating the tip of his cock
and licking the sweat from it. A drop of pre-seminal fluid
dripped on her tongue as his cock tried to aid her in lubricating
the shaft. It didn’t taste as bad as she would have expected.
Laurel forced herself to repress her gag reflex as his cock head
pushed into her throat.

“That’s it baby, take that nigger cock down that married white
throat.”

Oh my god! She thought. He’s stretching my throat wide with his
big black cock. His cock head pushed past her uvula and tonsils.
She wanted to choke. She wanted to gag. Laurel fought her gag
reflex, breathing steadily through her nose as she arched her
back and his cock pushed deeper. Tears began running down her
eyes from the strain.

“OH YEAH!” grunted Brute, evilly. “Take that black cock baby.
YEAH!” She was doing well for a woman sucking her first real man
sized cock. “Stop and get dem clothes off. Then you can go back
to suckin my cock.”

Laurel pulled back, relieved to give her jaw a rest. Brute sat
back on the bed and watched her, his evil looking cock rearing
upwards and glistening from her saliva. Laurel turned her back to
him and stripped off her blouse and skirt. She was left in her
lacy pink bra and panties. Bernie always thought she looked sexy
in them and now that she thought about it, she probably should
have worn something plainer. She pulled down her panties and
heard Brute exhale as he took in the full pale white globes of
her well defined rear end. She unhooked her bra and held her arm
over her breasts as she turned around. He eyed her reddish brown
pubes before moving his eyes up to her covered breasts. He stared
disapprovingly until she dropped her arm and he became the second
man to see her magnificent naked body. She kneeled, her green
eyes staring up at him as she bent his mighty cock back down
towards her mouth.

Laurel went back to giving the inmate a blowjob, sometimes going
slowly and sometimes speeding up, hoping he would ejaculate and
that she might get this nightmare over with. Whatever it takes to
keep Bernie safe, she thought over and over again, repeating her
mantra.

“Wrap dem big titties around my cock.”

The distraught housewife was unsure what her meant, but instinct
guided her. She squeezed his huge cock between her breasts. Her
hands squeezing them tightly as she raised and lowered her
breasts over his cock. Weird, but better then taking that thing
in her mouth, she thought. Her long reddish hair cascaded down
around his cock, curling around the tops of her breasts and she
stared up at him pleadingly, praying that Brute would suddenly
develop a conscious and put a stop to this. But she knew this was
a fantasy as he just continued grinning evilly at her while
enjoying himself. “I’ll do what you want Brute, but I have one
request. I need you to wear a condom. Please, I don’t want to get
pregnant.” He snickered, but said nothing. Laurel continued to
jerk his cock with her breasts. “Please Brute?” He rolled his
eyes. “You have to wear a condom.”

“Ok, fine,” he finally said, her persistence paying off. “We can
use a condom. Do you have one?”

Laurel crawled over to her clothes and took one of her husband’s
old condoms from a pocket. She opened the packet and pulled out
the white rubber. She unrolled the rubber and pushed it down over
the head of Brute’s cock. The rubber stretched wide apart and
then unrolled downwards. At first, Laurel thought she was doing
this wrong. She’d never put a condom on Dan before, he always
did it himself, and even then it was usually in the dark where
she couldn’t see him do it. She pulled and stretched on the
thinly stretched rubber until it finally engulfed Brute’s cock
head. The receptacle sticking out on the end like a little
thimble. Finally, it dawned on her. “Oh my god! That’s all it
covers!” she cried, staring at the bobbing black cock now looking
like it had a shower cap on. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Look lady, I’m going to fuck you either way. Now what’s it going
to be?”

“Ok… but please keep the condom on,” she said, still staring at
it. She feared the condom wouldn’t hold, but she really had no
choice, she had to let the black man fuck her. Hopefully, it
would stay stuck on the head and keep him from inseminating her.
Next time, she could go shopping for some bigger condoms, if they
even made them large enough for a cock like this, Brute might
just be a freak of nature.

“Get on the bed and let me see that hot fucking body, baby,”
ordered Brute.

Laurel laid on her side on the bed with her leg and back trying
to cover her nakedness. Reluctantly she slowly started to present
herself to the black man. She rolled on her back, Brute’s eyes
took in her naked body and she hadn‘t even cared for men staring
at her when she modeled bikinis.. Her nipples were aching and
she was embarrassed to see they had fully hardened.

“Damn baby,” he grunted staring at her perfect body. “If you
were my bitch, I would have made a lot of money down on the
streets with that tight ass body you got. Now spread your legs
and show me dat pussy.” His huge cock twitched as she opened her
legs for him. He climbed over her, holding himself up by his
strong arms. “Are you ready baby? I want you to put my black cock
in your white pussy. You understand me?”

“Yes sir,” she replied. Her arms were wrapped around her torso
just under her breasts. She removed one, her hand reaching down
for his huge black cock. “Please sir, please be gentle with me.
Please?”

“Sure thing baby,” said Brute watching her hand grab his thick
shaft. She pulled his cock forwards, bending it down towards her
pussy. “Just give me what I want and all will be good.” He could
see her lubrication virtually dripping off her pussy lips. She
was wet for him and probably didn’t even realize it. It helped as
his condom covered cock head pressed against the entrance to her
pussy. He pushed forwards, her labia pushing inwards and then
slowly she opened for him, stretching wide around his cock head.
He pushed the head in completely.

“Huuh!” groaned Laurel. Her eyes opened wide in shock at his
size. “It’s so big!”

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, grinning. “You are so fucking tight. I’m
gonna like fucking your pussy.”

Laurel had never felt anything like Brute’s cock before. It
forced it’s way deep inside her, stretching her out like never
before. Her pussy conformed itself around the large black
invader. “OH MY GOD! It’s going so deep,” she cried as his cock
head pushed deeper then Dan’s little penis could ever go. She
knew that Brute still had half his cock to give her.

“I’m gonna stretch you real good, baby,” growled Brute leering
down at her as he held himself over her with his powerful arms.

“OOOOHHHH! It’s stretching my pussy wide like never before,” she
moaned, cursing herself as she heard him chuckle. She hadn’t
meant to say that out loud. “AAAAAARRRHHH! It’s so deep.
AAAARRHHHH!!” Laurel’s pussy began trembling around his cock as
he sat up and held her knees apart. Oh no! she thought, it’s
going to make me cum… he’s going to make me cum… no NO! She felt
his cock head nudging against her cervix and then it pushed
deeper penetrating her womb. Please no, she prayed. Why is m body
reacting this way? Brute’s thighs suddenly pressed against hers
and she felt his heavy ball sack slap her ass. That was all it
took. “AAAAARRRRGGGG!!” she screamed as her pussy spasmed all
around the massive black cock buried in it. “AAAARRRRRGGGHH!”
This time her pussy clamped down around his cock and squirted her
cum all around the huge shaft. She’d never made noises like that
before, barely had she ever orgasmed, and she’d certainly never
squirted before.

Brute pulled several inches of his cock out and looked at his
shaft dripping with her fluids. “Haha… you are fucking cumming.
What a slut,” he laughed, pushing it back in deep. “Having a big
black cock deep in that pussy must have felt good huh, slut?” He
reached out with his right hand and grabbed her right breast.

“Y.yes..yes,” she couldn’t lie to him. He knew the truth. “It was
wonderful.”

“Thought so,” he chuckled. “Now turn over and stick that sweet
ass up.”

Laurel was unprepared for how empty her now stretched pussy felt
without his cock in it. She didn’t want him to pull it out. She
wanted it inside her. She rolled over onto her stomach and lifted
her rear end up towards him.

“I’m gonna tear your pussy up, baby,” he stated, guiding his cock
head back over to her pussy lips. “You will be begging me to fuck
you from now on.” Brute slammed his cock forwards burying it in
her pussy.

“AAAARRRGGHHH!!” Laurel reared upwards, her mouth open in a
scream, a stray strand of reddish brown hair falling across her
face. Brute started fucking her with half the length of his cock.
“I’m cumming again! AAAARRRRRHH!!” Once again her pussy spasmed
all around his cock, coating it with a fresh wave of her love
juices. He was steadily fucking her now and she couldn’t believe
the waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy. He’s right, she
thought. I’m afraid I can’t get enough of his big black cock.
This wasn’t what she had expected coming into this room to meet
Brute. Laurel was suddenly afraid. She didn’t know what was
happening to her.

Brute leaned over her, one hand on her ass. “Ooohh! You fucking
came again, didn’t you baby?”

Oohh, this is so powerful, so good, thought the young wife
without answering the black man.

“Ha Ha,” laughed Brute, laying himself over her back and reaching
underneath her to squeeze her white tit flesh in his large black
hand. “I bet your husband never fucked you like this before huh?
I bet he has a tiny dick huh?” Brute squeezed her tit, pinching
her nipple. Laurel raised her ass up into his thrusts. “Look at
you pushing back with that tight pussy as I shove my cock deep in
you.”

Feels so good… so good

“Tell me baby, do you want my black cock?” he whispered, his
cheek was resting against her forehead as she reared back into
him.

“…Y…Ye…Yes..” she admitted.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he said in her ear.

“I..I..I want your black cock,” she told him with conviction.
Brute yanked his cock out and for a moment she worried that she
had displeased him, but he grabbed her hips and forced her to
roll over. Laurel laid on her back and spread her legs wide open
for him and he pushed his cock down into her pussy again. Brute
laid down on top of her and she moaned her pleasure into his ear.
“I want your black cock,” she whispered. And with that being
said, Laurel accepted her role in this deal and she accepted it
without hesitation. The more Brute fucked her, the more she lost
herself to the black convict.

Brute’s face hovered just above hers, his eyes staring intently
into hers. “You like that black cock,” he said so forcefully, so
dominantly that Laurel wasn’t sure if it were a statement or a
question. Her hands were around his neck as he stared at her.

Laurel began pulling his head down. “Oh god yes!,” she told him.
“I like it a lot! I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life.” She
pulled him down on her, their lips mashing together. She
completely gave herself to the black brute, her hand caressing
the back of his bald head as their tongues dueled back and forth
into each others’ mouths. As she gave herself to him, she began
to cum. Laurel had to break their kiss as she had orgasm after
orgasm from Brute’s powerful black cock. His lips moved down to
her neck. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time she would give
herself to the big black man and she started hoping the conjugal
visits would go on for along time.

Brute pulled out and rolled Laurel over on her side. She looked
down as he lifted her leg and his massive black cock reared out
from her thighs. It looked silly with the condom covering the
head. It also looked huge and swollen, bigger then ever. He was
close and that was probably why he’d pulled out. He wanted to
keep fucking her. He wanted their encounter to last and so did
she. But mostly, she wanted him back inside her. Laurel reached
down and lightly caressed the condom covered cock head every bit
as big as a golf ball. She grabbed it and pulled it up, Brute
adjusting himself as she guided it back to her pussy. His cock
was throbbing, swelling even as the head pushed against her pussy
lips. It was a stick of black dynamite about to explode. He
pushed it in, pushed it deep, then he began fucking her fast
again. He held her leg up as he bent down and they kissed again.
He was ready to cum minutes ago, but he still kept fucking her
hard and fast as they kissed. How could any man last this long?
Short grunts were coming from the back of his throat. She broke
the kiss. Without thinking, she said, “Oh god! Yes! Cum baby, cum
for me. You have my husband’s condom on… cum in me. Oh YES! Cum
in me!”

“AAAAAHHHHH!! FUUUCCCCKKKK!!” grunted Brute as he slammed his
cock as deep as it could go.

“Oh yes baby! Cum inside of me. Cum inside of me!” Laurel got her
wish. Brute wasn’t moving his cock, but it was jerking and
bucking with the head past her cervix and in her womb. Brute was
cumming and cumming a lot inside the small rubber condom with
it’s little receptacle. The end of the condom began blowing up
like a balloon. Laurel winced as she felt if growing, expanding
her womb outwards. It hurt, but then the pain was gone. He came
so much the receptacle couldn’t hold his semen until finally it
burst inside her married white pussy. Laurel’s eyes opened wide
as the pain disappeared and was replaced by a feeling so
wonderful she began cumming again. Her womb felt flooded with the
black man’s semen and his cock was still spitting more of his
fertile seed deep inside her. “Oh my god! The condom broke inside
me. Oh no,” she muttered as Brute pulled out and rolled over on
his back.

Brute smirked as he looked down at the tattered condom, now
ripped so wide his entire cock head had popped out of it. “That
was some great ass pussy. I’m gonna love fucking your tight ass,
baby,” he told her.

So crude, thought Laurel. She could feel his semen pouring from
her pussy in a torrent, at least the large volume of his seed
that wasn’t now trapped behind her closed cervix. She felt an
ache in her pussy, an ache, no a need for his cock again. What is
this strange feeling, she wondered. I want this black man’s cock
again. Brute got off the bed and walked over to the small
enclosed toilet. She heard his strong stream of piss hitting the
water. A smile crept across Laurel’s lips. The past year had been
a nightmare of stress and worry. First, there was the discovery
that her husband was a crook. Then she began to fear for her own
financial security when the lawyers came looking for their
assets, but Bernie had put everything in her name. Then there
were the press, reporters calling the house, knocking on the
door, camped out in their vans on the front yard. After that,
there was the fear for her husband’s safety. She started this day
a nervous wreck, horrified at the thought of servicing a BLACK
man! Now she was converted. This was exactly what she needed to
get past the last year. Getting fucked by a real man was exactly
what she needed to let go of all the stress. The was what she
needed to finally feel like a woman again.

Laurel rolled and stretched sensuously on her back as Brute
climbed on the bed again. He was kneeling above her head. She
looked up to see his black banana cock, still gigantic and
swollen, but hanging limply above her face, the ripped condom
gone. Without thinking or hesitating, she gave herself to this
black stranger. Laurel opened her mouth and leaned up, taking his
cock head in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head,
teasing the urethra, sucking the tip of his cock. It grew again,
rising like a phoenix from the flames on her mouth. She licked
the underside from tip to scrotum before rolling over onto all
fours and swallowing his cock again. Brute moaned in pleasure as
she sucked him deep down her throat, but he didn’t want a blow
job. He pulled out and moved around behind her. She gasped as his
pleasure giving cock pushed into her from behind. He took her
like an a****l, fucking her hard, his hands holding her hair like
reins as he pounded his mighty cock into her and she began
cumming again. The effect this black man’s manhood was having on
her was terrifying. Brute pulled out and turned her over on her
back. He grabbed her legs and held them apart, while she grabbed
his black cock and guided it back into her married white pussy.
Laurel arched her back as she received his pleasure giving cock
hard and fast into her horny pussy. She grabbed her own breasts,
squeezing her nipples, moaning as she came again and again. For
the first time in her life, Laurel felt alive and satisfied. She
knew this would not be the last time she would see this black
man. It was no longer because he wanted it, but because she
needed it, and they both knew it.

After that, she arranged weekly conjugal visits with her husband
the same day she also makes one with the black convict. Laurel
looked forward to her visits with the black man more then she did
with her husband. She didn’t even make love to her husband on her
visits with him. They just held each other and talked. Bernie’s
bruises were fading and he began to believe that he might
actually survive his time in prison. She would kiss her husband
goodbye and soon thereafter, the guards would usher Brute in.
They locked the black man in with the white wife, the white guard
expressionless and the black guard with a knowing grin on his
face. For a month now, her husband wasn’t getting bullied anymore
and she justified what she was doing with knowing that she had
saved her husband’s life. And getting her belly filled with
nigger cum was just a side benefit. There was no greater pleasure
in the world then feeling Brute’s mighty black cock squirting
it’s seed inside her womb and he always had multiple loads to
give her.

One day, Laurel turned her car into the prison and was surprised
to see Brute standing alone outside the gate. He was in regular
clothes and had a knapsack over his back. Apparently, the black
thug had just gotten released. He waved when he saw her. “Brute,
you’re out?” she asked in surprise and disappointment. She’d been
stressed more then usual this week with some lawyers trying to
find more of Bernie’s assets to take from her. She was also
feeling particularly horny and now here Brute was freed from
prison which meant no more conjugal visits.

He leaned over and placed his hands on her car door, eyes zooming
in on the visible cleavage above her blue top. “Yeah, I’m a free
man, baby. I knew it was coming, but they speeded up the process
do to some overcrowding issues. Sorry or I would have told ya
sooner.”

“Well,” she muttered, not sure what to say. Her eyes roamed to
his huge bared muscular arms, her eyes following the pattern of
the green tribal tattoos then down to the bulging crotch barely
holding the thing that had given her the most pleasure in the
world. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks baby,” he said, standing back up and looking around.
“Don’t suppose you could give me a lift to the shelter? I gots no
one to come pick me up.”

“Yeah, hop in and I’ll give you a lift.“ She watched Brute walk
around in front of the car and slide into the passenger seat
beside her. “Alright, where to?“ she asked. Apparently, Brute
wasn’t as bad a criminal as Bernie had thought as he fished for a
slip of paper in his pocket. Shit! She’d forgotten about her
husband. Bernie would be waiting for her in the conjugal visit
trailer for their weekly “hold me” session. Oh well, Brute was
already in the car. She’d just have to apologize to her husband
next week and say she had a flat tire or something.

“Here’s the address of the halfway house.”

Laurel listened to him read it off and grimaced. “That’s not the
best area of town.”

“Nope it aint. Don’t know what I’m gonna do. No friends. No
family. Got no place to stay.” He stared out the window watching
new scenery pass by. “No job prospects. The neighborhood that
shelter’s in sure not gonna help me stay straight.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, realizing how hard it must be to be an
ex-convict trying to go straight.

“Nothing for you to be sorry about, babe. I did the crime and I
did the time.”

Laurel furrowed her brow in contemplation. “It’s none of my
business Brute. I don’t know what crime you committed or care
because you did do the time, but I do want to know one thing. Did
you hurt anybody?”

He turned to look at her. “Not as many people as your husband
did,” he said before turning to look back out the window.

Laurel winced. Ouch! He had her there. “I wish I could help you
in someway, but I don’t have any connections since Bernie got
convicted.”

“I understand. I just wish I had a place to go aside from some
nasty shelter filled with lowlifes. Even for a few days.
Someplace I could shower and groom myself. Buy a suit. You know
make myself presentable for job interviews.”

“I guess you could stay with me,” she told him.

He turned to look at her again. His lips were curled upwards in a
smirk. His dark eyes roamed up and down her body. “Seriously?”

Laurel felt her nipples growing under this strong males’ gaze.
She gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep from shaking.
“Yes, but just for a few days,” she told him. “We’ve got plenty
of spare rooms for you to stay in.”

“I see,” he replied. “Yes, I’d appreciate it.”

Laurel nodded and smiled, hoping he’d taken the hint. She headed
the car towards her home, nearly an hour away. They didn’t talk
much, but she was aware that Brute would occasionally look over
at her and take in her sexy figure. When she could, she’d look
over at him and check out the bulge in his pants. She wasn‘t
going to sleep well that night, knowing his black cock would be
just a few rooms away from her. “How about a pizza?” she asked.
“My treat.”

“That sounds great,” he said, licking his lips almost as
lustfully as he did when he saw her naked for the first time.

They stopped off at a pizza restaurant near her house and Brute
got out to walk around while she ordered it at the counter.
Laurel returned to the car and Brute wasted no time opening the
box and devouring almost the whole pie. He left her two slices.
“Here we are, home sweet home,” she told him.

At first, Brute didn’t see the house, the driveway was so long.
“Nice,“ he said. “It’s quaint.“

“That’s the garage.“ Then he saw the two story mini-mansion.
“Holy shit! This is your house?”

“This is it.” Laurel pulled up to the front door. “As you can
see, plenty of room. You can have one of the downstairs
guestrooms.”

“And where’s your room?” he asked as she opened the front door
and he followed her in to a lavishly decorated entry hall with
large curving stairs to the second floor. “Mine and Dan’s room
is upstairs, but everything you need is down here. Each room has
a private bath and the kitchen is over there. I don’t use the
living room and you can watch TV in there if you’d like. Plenty
of privacy. I‘m heading upstairs.”

“Do you have any beer? Don’t ya want to hang out and watch TV
with me or anything?”

“Not tonight, Brute. I’ve had a bad week. I’m going to take a
bath and turn in early. Tomorrow, we’ll check the paper for job
listings and I can take you out for applications. Just remember,
this is only for a few days. Dan would die if he knew I was
letting you stay in his house.”

“Don’t ya mean your house,” he said, watching her ass move back
and forth as she walked up the stairs. Dan had told him that
he’d put everything in her name to keep his assets safe.

She kept walking.

***************

Brute couldn’t believe his room. It was half the size of the
trailer he’d grown up in. Brute slipped off his clothes and laid
nude on top of the bed. If anything, it was too soft, too
comfortable. It was definitely not a hard prison mattress. He
heard soft footsteps above him. Laurel walking around. He
wondered if she were nude too, wondered if she were thinking
about him. He grabbed his cock and it stiffened. She wanted it,
wanted it as bad as he wanted her hot white pussy again, but she
was playing the forlorn housewife again. She’d fuck him in a
prison trailer to save her husband, but in her house, her prim
and proper pussy was off limits. He heard a bath start upstairs.
His cock grew harder. Yes, she probably was nude. Her body wet
and lathered up.

Brute climbed off the bed and left his room. He wandered over to
the kitchen, looking for a beer. No so luck, but the refrigerator
did hold a half full bottle of red wine. He pulled to cork out
with his teeth and then spit it out. He took a big swig from the
bottle and wiped his hand across his mouth. He took a few more
deep drinks, taking the bottle with him.

Brute headed back to the foyer and looked up the stairs. Nude, he
slowly started climbing up to the second floor. Of course, the
Bushes had a large luxurious bathroom. It connected to the master
bedroom and into the hall. The hall door was cracked open. Brute
walked up to it and peaked through the crack. He stifled a gasp
at the sexy sight that presented itself. Laurel was laying back
in a large bathtub filled with bubbles. Her hair was spread out
behind her. Her eyes were closed. One bare knee stuck out above
the bubbles. The sultry woman moaned and arched her back
thrusting her breasts up above the bubbles. Her buxom chest was
covered in bubbles. One breast was hidden, but the other’s nipple
had appeared through a circle of bubbles. Her nipples were
hardening. Laurel’s arms were in the water, her hands hidden
between her legs. “Oh Brute!” she moaned and the big black man
smirked as he watched. His cock rose until it was sticking
straight out. As he watched, the bubbles were popping rapidly,
more of her breasts appeared including her other nipple. “Oh oh
Oooooo, fuck me,” she whispered so low he barely heard. Suddenly,
Laurel’s crotch thrust up above the waterline. Her gash was
staring right at him. Her pubes were covered in bubbles. Her
hands were around her thighs, one finger on one hand was teasing
her clit while two fingers on her other hand were furiously
moving in and out of her cunt. Fuck this was sexy!
“CCUUMMMMIINNGG!!!” she cried loudly. Brute’s eyes flew wide open
as he witnessed her cum actually shoot forth from her horny
pussy. He fought the urge to burst in there and shove his cock
deep in that pretty pussy. Instead, he waited and watched the
most erotic lascivious sight he’d ever seen. Laurel slowly
lowered her crotch back under water, but by this time the bubbles
were nearly gone and her lovely body was in full view. She smiled
and slipped her head under water. After that, Laurel rose from
the tub, her body shiny and dripping with water. She toweled
herself off covering her head first, her tits and ass shaking as
she dried her hair.

Brute slipped out of sight and pressed his back against the wall
when she uncovered her head. He took a big swig from the wine
bottle, draining it. The massive black man stifled a belch. When
he peaked back around the corner, Laurel had disappeared. She was
in the bedroom, her back to him, pulling a nightgown on over her
head. He watched it fall down her back, cover her sweet ass. She
turned. The slip was short reaching down to her thighs. It was
held up by straps and the material hugged her luscious body. It
outlined her breasts, nipples, and even her entire areola. The
white housewife walked over to her dresser and sat. She pulled
her damp hair up and out of her slip. She sat and began combing
it.

*****************

Laurel put the brush down and reached over for her skin cream.
She poured a dollop on her hands and began coating her arms and
shoulder. She rubbed the lotion over the tops of her breasts and
moved down to her legs. The lotion was scented and soon the
pleasant smell of roses filled her nostrils. Her legs were
recently waxed and didn’t need shaving. Laurel leaned back and
admired herself when the door burst open.

She sat up startled. The dark outline of a large muscular man was
framed in her doorway. His huge banana cock was plump and
dangling between his legs, the head reaching to his knees. She
stood up startled. “Brute! What are you…” Three steps took him
right up to her. His hand grabbed the slip right between her
breasts and ripped the front right off the nightgown baring her
breasts. The ruined slip fell to her feet leaving her as naked as
he was. She shivered, her nipples hardening even before his hand
reached out to pinch one. She gasped at his touch. His other hand
came between her legs and felt her dripping pussy.

Brute grabbed her and she could feel his rising cock poke her in
the thigh as it grew. He effortlessly lifted her into his arms
and carried her like a husband carries his bride over to her king
sized bed. He kissed her and she kissed back as he sat her on the
bed and moved on top of her. He had effortlessly seduced her
their first night at the house and now he was joining her in her
husband’s bed.

Brute kneeled between her legs, but it was Laurel that grabbed
and guided his cock towards her needy pussy. This was what she
had wanted most that day. This was what she’d gone to the prison
for, not to visit her husband, but to get his black cell mate’s
cock in her pussy once again. Now she would get the black
convicts cock inside her, but this time it was in the comfort of
her own home. “YYEESS!!” she hissed as his cock slipped deep
inside her. Her pussy still tightly gripped the monster shaft,
but it had grown used to being stretched by the large invader.
Soon his mighty cock head was knocking at her cervix and before
to long it was in her womb. She wrapped her legs around his waist
as he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with his mighty
cock. Laurel threw back her head and screamed as the first orgasm
came. She screamed three more times over the next twenty minutes
and closed it with one loud moan as his cock spit it’s seed until
it flooded her womb with it’s sperm.

After cleaning up, Laurel returned to her bed and snuggled up to
the black man. They kissed and his cock grew again. He pushed her
head down towards it. She knew what he wanted, they’d often
started their conjugal visits with a blow job, and she took him
in her mouth. She sucked him as hard as she could. He’d never
finished off in her mouth, they both always seemed so eager to
get his cock in her pussy, but this time she resolved to taste
her black lover. She sucked him rapidly, swallowing more of his
cock each time she bobbed her head. Her nose neared his pubic
hairs. Her eyes watered from the strain, but eventually her nose
buried in his crotch. Brute grabbed her head, but let her guide
the pace. His cock grew and grew, hardening and swelling inside
her throat. He bellowed like a bull, his cock jerking. Laurel
felt her belly fill with his hot seed. She pulled back until his
cock head slipped from her throat, still cumming, her mouth
filling until her cheeks bulged. Finally, she tasted her black
lover and his seed was delicious. She gulped it as fast as he
came, loving the taste. When he finished, she snuggled up into
his strong arms again and the two lovers napped.

Laurel awoke in the middle of the night. She felt strong and
secure in the black man’s muscular arms. Her dainty white hand
slid over his hard muscular chest, so different from her
husband’s soft white chest. Her hand kept going down, finding his
spent cock. It hardened at her touch, but Brute remained asleep.
He awoke to find her lowering herself down over his hard shaft,
his hands coming up to squeeze her breasts, bring them to his
lips to lick, suck, and taste. Laurel came three more times
before his cock once again flooded her womb with seed.

They fucked again in the morning.

****************

Laurel looked sexy in nothing but a green blouse as she entered
the kitchen and opened her refrigerator. Brute walked in the room
behind her. He was nude, his big banana cock swinging as he
walked. He wasn’t fond of wearing clothes in her house. If he
wasn’t nude, he wore tight biker shorts that hugged and outlined
the big nigger cock she’d grown to love so much. He stretched and
then walked up behind her as he wrapped her in his big arms.
Brute kissed her neck and Laurel leaned back into him saying, “I
was going to make us some breakfast, baby.”

“This is all the breakfast I need,” he said, moving one hand up
to squeeze her tit and the other down to her rapidly lubricating
crotch.

“OH!” she gasped as one meaty finger entered her pussy. “You’re
such a naughty man and I love that about you.

“Shit baby, what you got is all I need.” Brute lifted her up on
the kitchen island. His cock was already at attention as he undid
the buttons on her blouse. He pulled her top down around her
waist as she reached out and guided his cock into her welcoming
pussy. Her nipples grew as he fucked her hard and fast to
multiple orgasms. This has been going on daily now for the two
weeks since Brute has first seduced her since getting out of
prison. It was now over a month since his mighty black cock had
first entered her white pussy back in the prison visitation
trailer. Since coming to live with her, Brute had been fucking
her every chance he got, cumming deep inside her womb every time
and this time was no exception.

That afternoon, Laurel faked pleasure as she lay beneath her
thrusting husband back in the conjugal visit trailer. Dan had
gotten more interested in sex since Brute had been released. The
three thugs had ceased m*****ing him and for the time being, he
had the cell to himself. She did her wifely duty, servicing her
husband, but knowing he could never satisfy her like big Brute
did. When she was with the black man she turned into a total slut
doing thing she never thought of much less saw herself doing.

When she got home from her prison visit, Brute was sitting in her
husband’s chair drinking a beer and watching television. She
stripped her clothes off and stepped between him and the TV.
Laurel kneeled before him and took the tip of his rising cock in
her mouth. “I love how horny you get for a real man’s cock after
every visit with your husband,” he told her sipping his beer.
Laurel didn’t respond as she wrapped her heavy DD breasts around
his black cock and began stroking him with her breast flesh as
she sucked the tip of his cock. Brute called this “titty fucking”
and apparently it was a pleasure only well endowed women could
provide their lovers. She was happy to do this for him, but as
his cock swelled, she released her breasts and took his shaft
deep in her throat, bobbing her head as rapidly as she could.
He’d been patient as she learned to properly service his cock
with her mouth and now she was proud to say that he had told her
she was a grade A black cock sucker. His big balls emptied their
load down her throat and she pulled back so that she could taste
him. His semen filled her mouth so quickly for a moment, his cock
sprang free and blasted a large wad all over her face. She
swallowed his cock head again, gulping down several more
mouthfuls of sperm.

Laurel looked down at his swollen cock. It always looked it’s
largest just after cumming. Semen coated the bulbous head and
dripped from her chin. Her breasts rested on his thighs, still
nearly encircling his hard shaft. She shook her head in
amazement. “Damn baby,” she said. “I still can’t get over how
much cum you have in those black balls. I swallowed as fast as
could, but you kept pumping your sweet black cum down my throat
until I lost it.”

“Shit,“ grunted Brute. “Having another man’s wife swallowing my
load will always produce a lot more nigger cum for you.”

“That’s great baby because I crave more of your black sperm.” Her
tongue came out to clean off his cock head while her fist pumped
a few more drops from his mighty shaft. She wasn’t lying either.
His semen had become a daily part of her diet. Having his cock
fill her belly with his seed was as much a craving for her as her
need to have him pump his load in her pussy. Luckily, Brute was
the kind of man who could take care of both her needs multiple
times daily. Even now, her loving worship of his black cock was
keeping it hard. He didn’t waste time carrying her upstairs to
her marital bed. He pushed her down on all fours and fucked her
hard from behind while she screamed out her love for his black
cock.

Brute left a well satisfied Laurel laying on her bed with both
her belly and womb filled with cum. She rested awhile, ass raised
into the air, holding his sperm inside her. Slowly, she recovered
and made her way off the bed and too the bathroom to shower off
the remains of their lovemaking. Sex with the black ex-con was a
messy proposition and Laurel was showering twice a day and
washing the sheets daily.

After drying off, she went to her makeup desk and applied some
eyeliner and lipstick. She was a natural beauty and didn’t need
much if any makeup, but she felt a desire to do something special
for her black lover tonight. Dan had bought her plenty of
lingerie during their marriage. She took one out of her dresser.
She’d only worn it once on her anniversary. It was a green teddy
that looked incredibly sexy with her red hair. She rolled the
green nylons up her legs and stepping into the sheer green panty.
The bra was tight and pushed her breasts together, lifting them
proudly up to the sky. Sheer green satin hung from the bra
showing her trim figure and flat belly. She completed her outfit
with some green heels.

Laurel admired herself in the mirror. This outfit sure is going
to drive Brute crazy, she thought to herself. Her pussy started
lubricating again at the thought. Her libido was growing each day
she spent with the black man. Just an hour after he’d filled her
belly with cum, she was ready for his cock again. She giggled as
the notion came to her that she now had the sex drive of a
teenage boy.

Laurel wasn’t wrong about the outfit. Brute came into the kitchen
and found her cooking him a steak dinner wearing nothing but the
lingerie. He didn’t even give her time to clean up after they
ate. He through her over his shoulder and practically ran up the
stairs to the master bedroom. He literally ripped the top off her
with one mighty hand while her panties tore off her under the
strength off his other hand. This only served toe excite her more
as Brute threw her on the bed and fucked her hard for a good
thirty minutes while she wore nothing but the nylons and the
heels. In the end, Brute was sitting on the bed, with her in his
lap facing away from him. Brute grabbed her hips and pulled her
hard down on his cock as it erupted inside her womb. He grunted.
“Fuck! Take my nigger cum, bitch!”

“Oh god!” she moaned with pleasure, her tongue licking her lips
lustfully. “YES! Fill me with your black sperm baby. I love it.”
Laurel leaned back into him, eyes closed as she continued to cum
with each spurt of his cock. Oh god, she thought. What am I
doing? I’m letting this black man cum inside me and I love it. I
love it so much that I can’t get enough of it. What am I going to
do? What if he impregnates me?

Laurel kept fucking Brute every morning and every night and every
time he came deep inside her. She wanted it as much as he did.
She gave herself completely to Brute. She began wearing skimpy
outfits and bikinis around him. Brute would be watching
basketball and find a lingerie clad Laurel vacuuming nearby. He’d
rise, push her front down on the couch and pound her pussy hard
until she got what she needed. Brute came back from the liquor
store one day and found Laurel laying out back by the pool in the
skimpiest yellow bikini, he’d ever seen on a woman. One that
probably wasn’t legal on the public beach. She saw him and pulled
her top down freeing her breasts. “Thank god you’re home, Brute.
My married white pussy needs some nigger cock bad, baby. Please
come fuck me.” And he did, pulling her panty aside as he shoved
his black cock deep in her hungry pussy in the backyard of her
million dollar mansion.

One day, Brute left a satisfied Laurel laying nude on her bed
with a smile on her face. He asked to borrow the car. Brute drove
to the prison to pick up another inmate that just got released
and had nowhere to go. Bull was in his forties and had been in
jail for half his life. He had a full afro and a mustache that
curled down to his chin. He was every bit as big a Brute and one
of the thugs, Brute had gotten to beat up Laurel’s husband. “Fuck
dog! That’s some sweet deal,” grunted Bull, looking with surprise
and the Bush’s mansion.

“Yeah man,” replied Brute. “Been holding out at this crib after I
got out.”

Laurel saw Brute pulling in the drive and came out to meet him.
Her brow furrowed when she saw the black passenger. Good thing I
didn’t greet him wearing my bikini, she thought. She was dressed
to go shopping, wearing a short yellow skirt and a blue blouse.
Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail.

“Hey baby,” said Brute getting out of her car. His passenger got
out too and she shivered at the way his eyes were glued to her
luscious figure. “This is Bull.”

“Yo,” said Bull and Laurel nodded in reply.

“Bull here just got out and needs a place to stay for a few
days.”

Laurel glanced at the other black man in surprise. His eyes were
narrowed and he looked angry, but they were glued to her breasts.
“I’m not sure…” Laurel felt her nipples harden under the black
man’s gaze. Dammit! Stop that, she thought willing them to go
down. Luckily, she was wearing a bra since she was going out, but
she was sure Bull could stills see little protrusions growing. “I
don’t know if that’s…”

“Bull saved my ass in prison a couple times and I owe him.”

Bull stepped towards her. He was so big and thuggish looking that
Laurel’s instinct was to back away from him, but when he reached
his hand out to her, she shook hands with him. “Alright,” she
agreed. “You’re welcome to stay here for a few days.” Clearly
Brute trusted him and even if Bull wasn’t trustworthy, she had
Brute to protect her, though the giant black looked like he could
give Brute a run for his money in a fight. “Come on inside and
I’ll show you to one of the guest rooms.” Laurel led the way with
the two black men following her. She led Bull to Brute’s room as
Brute had all but moved into the master bedroom after seducing
her the first night. “How’s this?”

Bull whistled. “It’s almost too big. I Haven’t had this much
space to myself in twenty years.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. Anything else I can get you?”

“Nope. This is great.”

“You can get us a couple beers,” said Brute, interrupting. “And I
bet Bull here would like a home cooked meal.”

“I have some pork chops defrosting and I was going to make some
mashed potatoes.”

“Damn, that sounds fine,” said Bull appreciatively.

“Dinner will be right up,” said Laurel, heading to the kitchen.

Brute and Bull hit the living room and Bull gasped in surprise at
the giant screen HDTV. The prison sure didn’t have anything like
that. He gasped again when Brute turned on a football game. The
picture was simply amazing. He couldn’t take his eyes off the
screen except when Laurel entered the room carrying two beers.
Then his eyes zoomed in right on her cleavage. He and Brute took
the beers and both watched Laurel’s great ass shake as she
returned to the kitchen. “Dog, you got it going on,” said Bull.

“Bro, you got no idea.”

Bull threw his head back with the beer to his lips and drained
half the bottle. He crinkled his face at the bitter taste. “Not
as good as I remember.”

“You gotta get used to it, bro.”

“I’m sure I will,” he replied draining the rest of the beer. “I’m
gonna get me another.” Bull walked over to the kitchen and
stopped to stare at Laurel’s ass as she made dinner. She was
scrubbing something at the sink and it was making her ass shake
enticingly. Bull had always taken whatever he wanted with no
regard for the consequences. He pulled his black cock out of his
pants. It was big and heavy, swelling with blood, but not yet
getting enough to start rising. He slowly walked up behind the
unsuspecting white wife. He pushed his black cock against her
skirt and started grinding it against her ass.

“Ahh!” said Laurel, startled, but she pushed her ass back into
his cock. “Brute, please don’t, not while your friend is here,”
she said while cursing him in her mind. She wanted him to yank
her panties down and shove that big beautiful black cock of his
in her needy pussy this instant. Why did he have to bring Bull
here? Strong black hands grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into
his growing cock. Laurel moaned, wanting him even more.

“It’s ok baby, I don’t mind at all being your friend either,”
said a husky voice in her ear.

“HUH!“ Laurel gasped as she realized it was Bull and not Brute
behind her. She struggled to pull free, but she was trapped
leaning over her counter with his cock pushing against her ass.
“What are you doing? Please stop. Brute‘s right in the next
room.”

Bull leaned down against her, his strong muscular chest holding
her down. His hot breath blew in her ear. “Brute was right about
you. You are one beautiful hot mama. I’ve been in jail for a long
time and I would sure love to fuck a very hot mama such as
yourself.”

“Please stop! Don’t! Please, I don’t want Brute to be mad at me,”
pleaded Laurel. Bull’s large hands covered and squeezed her
breasts through her blue top.

“Are you fucking k**ding me, baby? I know all about you and Brute
and how you’d go visit your husband in jail and then turn around
to go fuck a black convict at the same time.” One of Bull’s hands
left her breast and went down between her legs. He lifted her
skirt and squeezed her crotch. “Shit baby, with a body like this,
no inmate is safe from you.”

“You don’t understand,” pleaded Laurel, fighting off a moan of
desire. The way Bull was manhandling her was starting to make her
pussy drip with desire she only felt with Brute. “What I did at
the prison, I did to keep my husband safe from getting beat up in
prison.”

Bull moved his hand from her crotch and hefted both her full
breasts in his hands. “And now Brute is out, but you’re still
fucking him right? And you let him live in your house,” whispered
Bull in her ear. “Probably sleep in your bed. Truth is you like
fucking him. He’s got ya hooked on the big ol black snake don’t
he?”

“Please stop!”

Bull cupped her chin and pulled her face up to his. “Shut up and
give me some sugar.”

Laurel whimpered as his lips pressed down on hers. She let his
tongue enter her mouth and kissed him back. He’s right, she
thought. I’m letting an ex-con live with me while my husband’s in
jail. What kind of wife am I?

Bull broke the kiss. One hand squeezed her right breast hard,
pinching the nipple through her top. His other went back down to
her skirt and pulled it up. Laurel saw movement through the
corner of her eye and turned to see Brute watching them while he
sipped his beer. He could see what his buddy was doing to Laurel.
He didn’t do anything. He just stood there and Laurel knew that
Brute wasn’t about to stop them. Brute knew Bull would make a
pass at Laurel and he wasn’t going to interfere.

Bull pushed her down on the counter. He roughly lifted her skirt
up to her hips. His strong hand gripped the hem of her pink
panties and yanked her underwear down her legs to her knees. It
suddenly became clear to Laurel what her situation was. Bull was
Brute’s buddy and Brute wanted her to show the same hospitality
to his buddies when they got out of jail that she showed Brute.
Laurel hadn’t seen Bull’s cock, but the head felt huge as it
entered her wet pussy. Brute got a fresh beer and then walked off
as his friend began to fuck Laurel, leaving Bull to do anything
he wanted with her.

“God Damn! This is some tight fucking pussy,” grunted Bull. “I
thought Brute would have loosened it up by now. Fuck! Your tight
pussy feels good around my dick.”

“Aaarrrhhh! He does open me up, but my pussy closes back up-
Aaahhh- right after he fucks me.”

“Shit baby, you is gifted. Brute’s a great friend to share this
sweet pussy with his homies. I’ll be fucking you regularly from
now on too, baby. Would ya like that?”

“OOOHH! OH GOD! Yes, yes, baby. Fuck me all you want. If that’s
what Brute wants, this pussy is yours. YES! Fuck me good.”

“Fuck this is some good ass pussy. Nice and tight and white.”
Bull groaned as he pulled her ass hard against his muscular
thighs burying his sizable cock.

“AAARRRGGHH!!” cried Laurel as the mighty cock head pushed it’s
way through her cervix and deep in her womb. “Feels so good.
Feels so good,” she babbled. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”

“You are going to be our slut. Would you like that, bitch? Would
you like to be our slut?”

“Mmmm, anything you want, baby,” moaned Laurel now as much in
love with Bull’s cock as she was with Brute’s. “You want me to be
your slut. Then so be it. I’m a slut. A horny white married slut
for big black cocks.” As she admitted the truth, her pussy
spasmed around Bull’s cock as she had a powerful orgasm.

Bull grinned in triumph as he felt her tight pussy squeezing and
creaming all over his cock. A feeling he hadn‘t enjoyed in twenty
years. “Yeah, our hot ass white slut. “You will be the bomb,
baby.” Bull backed up until his hard, glistening cock sprang free
and upwards. “Now turn around and spread your legs wide open. “

Laurel raised herself off the counter, turned around and stared
at the huge erect cock that had just given her an amazing orgasm.
She pushed up on the counter and slid her ass up onto the edge.
Laurel was still in her blouse and her skirt was bunched up
around her waist. She still had her heels on as she raised her
legs upwards and spread them open, displaying her hungry pussy
for the black man. “Here you go baby. Is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck yeah!” Bull grabbed his cock and bent the head down towards
her splayed open pussy. He pushed the head in and then Bull just
started pounding her deep and hard.

“AAAAARRRRHHHHH!!!” Laurel came so hard, her juices squirted out
around her pussy and then began dripping down his shaft and
balls.

Bull never had trouble giving women orgasms before, but there was
something special about the way this wanton white wife was
cumming for him. She was as hot for him as he was for her and
he’d just spent twenty years in prison. “FUUUUCCKK!!” he grunted
amazed he’d held on this long. “I’ve never fucked a pussy this
tight before. FUCK! This shit is fucking good!”

“AAARRRHH!” Laurel came again. These black men were amazing in
their ability to make her cum. “So big! Feels so good. God! Fuck
me, baby. Fuck me all your want.”

“Let me see those lips, baby,” grunted Bull raising his face to
hers. “Now give me some sugar, bitch.”

Laurel raised her head up towards him. Her eyes were half lidded
as she brought her lips up towards his. They both mashed their
faces together, kissing with complete abandon and lust. She
kissed this black stranger with complete passion. It was the way
a woman kissed the man she loved and Bull lost it. The cum began
welling in his balls. “FUUUUUCCCKK!!” he groaned, breaking the
kiss. “I’m busting a nut! AAAAAAARRRHHH!”

Laurel threw her head back. She felt like she was the luckiest
woman in the world to be the first to service this masculine
black man since he got out of prison after so many years. “Oh
god! Yes baby!” She could feel his cock throbbing as he held it